There was an extreme presence in everything that surrounded me, except it had only imperceptible movement, the invisible growth of trees, of bamboos growing under the earth, the quiet trace of a dragonfly in the air.
At the time of William Eggleston's exhibition, color was shunned in serious photography circles. Until then photographers used color only for advertising and journalism, and it was widely despised by the mainstream art world of the time.
These election years are especially challenging: One candidate plays dirty, the other occasionally disappoints, and the media rig the game. It seemed like a good idea to ask some Buddhists for guidance.